Suddenly, Velariana felt an invisible force lift her into the air, her skirts billowing around her as she levitated several feet off the ground. She gasped in surprise, a thrill of excitement coursing through her. "Cedric! What are you doing?"
"Something a bit more...bold," he replied, his voice husky with desire. With a flick of his wrist, Velariana's gown vanished, leaving her naked and vulnerable, suspended in midair.
"By the gods," she whimpered, equal parts shocked and aroused by her own son's boldness. Never had she felt so deliciously helpless, so completely at the mercy of another's whims.
"This is the part where I don't force you mother," the Prince stated. "Spread your legs."
Without hesistation, Velariana spread her legs obscenely wide wide, her glistening pink folds exposed to his hungry gaze.
Cedric circled his floating mother slowly, admiring the view from every angle. The plump globes of her ass, the heavy sway of her giant tits, the small trimmed thatch of pubic fuzz at the apex of her thighs - all of it called to him, begging to be touched, tasted, claimed.
With a thought, he summoned tendrils of arcane energy, glowing filaments that danced around Velariana's hovering form. They brushed teasingly against her skin, leaving trails of tingling warmth in their wake. Slowly, deliberately, they spiraled inward, homing in on her most sensitive places.
The queen let out a sharp cry as the tendrils found her breasts, coiling around the soft mounds and plucking at her nipples until they stood out hard and proud, aching for more. Another luminous strand dipped between her spread thighs, parting her slick folds to stroke along her slit, circling her swollen bud with maddening precision.
With a lewd grin, Cedric manipulated the glowing tendrils of magic, spreading Velariana's legs even wider until she was splayed obscenely in midair, her dainty bare feet pointing to opposite corners of the chamber. The arcane filaments danced over her skin, leaving no intimate place untouched.
Slowly, teasingly, a pulsing tendril circled the puckered rosebud of her anus, making the forbidden ring quiver and wink. Then, with a surge of power, it penetrated her, sliding deep into the tight clutch of her rectum. Velariana wailed as the magic stretched and filled her, setting off sparks of pleasure-pain that made her toes curl.
"Yes, oh yes!" she sobbed, undulating her hips as much as her invisible bonds would allow, trying to take the invading tendril even deeper. "Fill me, please!"
Cedric obliged, commanding another glowing strand to plunge into his mother's dripping cunny, impaling her on a shaft of pure energy. It pulsed and undulated within the clasping sheath of her vagina, striking her hidden sweet spots with unerring precision until she was babbling incoherently, lost to the bliss.
Not neglecting any orifice, the young mage directed a final tendril to slither past Velariana's gasping lips, pushing into the wet heat of her mouth to thrust lewdly down her throat. The queen gagged and sputtered around the intrusion, saliva dripping down her chin as she was penetrated in every hole, suspended like a debauched marionette.
Velariana gazed down through lust-fogged eyes at her wizard son, his robe pulled aside to reveal his massive, throbbing erection.
Cedric stroked himself furiously, his cock swollen and glistening, the bulbous purple head leaking copious pre-cum as he drank in the debauched sight of his mother suspended before him. A wicked grin split Cedric's face as he pumped his shaft, his eyes roving greedily over Velariana's stretched holes, her quivering, sweat-slicked flesh.
The arcane tendrils pulsed and undulated within her, making her body jerk and shudder with the force of their thrusting. Muffled moans spilled around
the glowing filament plundering her mouth, drool trickling freely down her chin to drip onto her jiggling breasts.
"Look at you," Cedric growled, his voice rough with lust. "Stuffed full of magic in every hole, floating there like a fallen goddess of fertility. You were made for this, Mother. Made to be violated, taken, claimed."
Velariana could only whimper in response, her mind lost to the all-consuming pleasure of being so thoroughly ravaged by her son's power. The tendril in her ass pulsed and swelled, stretching her impossibly wide, while its twin in her cunt stroked along her spasming walls.
Cedric drank in the depraved sight of his mother splayed wide and impaled, trembling on the brink of what promised to be a shattering climax. With a thought, he sent an intense surge of power through all the violating tendrils at once, making them swell and crackle with energy deep in Velariana's stuffed orifices.
The queen screamed around the magic gag in her mouth as the overload of sensation ripped through her, back arching impossibly, making her jutting tit-melons heave and ripple back and forth as every muscle seized in ecstasy.
Juices squirted from her quivering cunt, soaking Cedric's grinning face as he basked in the force of her explosive orgasm. The obscene wet sounds of her holes clenching the invading tendrils, the choked gargles and moans spilling from her stretched lips, all echoed off the stone walls.
It seemed to go on forever, rapture crashing over Velariana in relentless waves until she was limp and spent, hanging in her magical bonds like a ragdoll. Only then did Cedric relent, slowly withdrawing the tendrils from her twitching, dripping orifices and lowering her gently onto a plush divan.
Velariana trembled as she struggled to sit up on the divan, her limbs heavy and uncooperative in the aftermath of her shattering climax. Her magnificent breasts heaved and wobbled with each labored breath, the creamy mounds capped with rosy nipples still stiff from Cedric's magical attentions.
Shame and modesty suddenly overtook her, and she scrambled to her feet crossing her arms over her bountiful chest as a crimson blush stained her cheeks. "Cedric, my son, you must go," she panted, her voice ragged. "Your father or the servants may have heard my cries. We can't risk being discovered."
But even as she spoke the words, a part of her mourned the loss of his intimate touch, yearning to be filled and stretched by his sorcerous tendrils once more. Her cunny still throbbed with aftershocks of pleasure, her nectar dripping onto the plush velvet cushions beneath her.
Cedric, his own face flushed with triumph and barely restrained lust, nodded in understanding, his cock still rigid and throbbing lewdly. "As you wish, Mother," he murmured, his eyes drinking in her disheveled, well-ravished form one last time. "Until next time."
With a parting glance at his engorged manhood, Velariana's eyes widened, a new hunger sparking within their depths. "Wait," she called out, halting Cedric's departure. "It was selfish of me to leave you in such a state after the exquisite pleasures you bestowed upon me."
Her gaze roved over the thick, pulsing length of his shaft, the bulbous head an angry purple and leaking copious pre-cum. The sight made her mouth water and her spent cunny clench with renewed desire. Slowly, she uncrossed her arms, allowing her heavy breasts to spill free once more.
Suddenly, there was a frantic knocking at the door. "Your Majesty!" came the muffled cry of her handmaidens. "Are you alright? We heard screaming!"
Velariana's eyes widened in panic, her gaze darting around the room for something, anything to cover her nudity. But before she could move, an invisible force pushed her back down onto the divan, pinning her in place.
"Don't worry, Mother," came Cedric's disembodied whisper, his breath hot against her ear. "I have a plan."
With a wave of his unseen hand, Velariana felt her dressing gown materialize around her, wrapping her in a cocoon of silk and lace. But something was different - the fabric clung to her like a second skin, molding
to every curve and valley of her body. And there, nestled between her thighs, was a thick, pulsing bulge.
Cedric had transformed himself into her knickers, his engorged cock pressing insistently against her slick folds. Velariana had to bite back a moan as he throbbed against her, the head of his shaft nudging her still-sensitive clit.
"Enter!" she called out, her voice wavering only slightly. The door burst open and her handmaidens rushed in, their faces etched with concern.
"I'm fine, really," Velariana assured them, trying to keep her composure as Cedric's cock began to move, slowly sliding back and forth along her slit. "Just a nightmare, that's all. It was so vivid, I'm afraid I let out quite the scream."
The maids exchanged doubtful looks, but nodded, hovering around their queen. "Can we fetch you anything, Your Majesty? Some soothing tea perhaps?"
Velariana shook her head, barely suppressing a gasp as Cedric's thickness parted her folds, the broad head pushing into her tight entrance. "No, no, that won't be necessary. I think I just need a moment alone to collect myself."
With murmured curtsies, the maids departed, closing the door softly behind them. The moment they were gone, Velariana let out a shuddering moan, her hips rocking against the insistent press of her son's cloth-covered cock.
Suddenly coming to her senses, Velariana pushed Cedric back, breaking the intimate connection. "No, my son, we mustn't," she panted, her eyes pleading. "My womanhood belongs to your father alone. It is not for us to share, no matter how much my body may crave your touch."
Cedric's face contorted in frustration, his engorged manhood throbbing painfully with denied release. "Any other hole then," he growled, desperation edging his voice. "I need you, Mother."
Velariana hesitated for a long moment, torn between propriety and the aching emptiness between her thighs. Finally, shamefully, she nodded. "Yes," she whispered, defeat and desire mingling in her tone. "You may have my mouth, if you must."
In a flash, Cedric resumed his true form, towering over his kneeling mother. His hands tangled in her hair, dragging her face to his weeping cockhead. "Open," he commanded, his voice raw with need.
Velariana's lips parted automatically, and Cedric thrust forward, driving his thick shaft over her tongue to bump against the back of her throat. The musky, slightly salty taste of him flooded her senses as he began to pump his hips, fucking her face with abandon.
Gagging and sputtering, Velariana struggled to accommodate her son's punishing thrusts, saliva dripping down her chin to splatter against her heaving breasts. But even as she choked on his invading flesh, she felt a treacherous thrill shudder through her, her nipples tightening and cunny clenching in perverse arousal.
Her long royal tongue came alive, swirling around his shiny-skinned glans, probing his weeping piss-slit.
Cedric grunted and swore, his rhythm growing erratic as he neared his peak. "Swallow it all," he gritted out, his fingers tightening cruelly in his mother's hair.
With a strangled cry, he buried himself to the hilt in Velariana's spasming throat and unleashed his seed, flooding her mouth with spurt after spurt of thick, bitter cream. The queen gulped desperately, her neck bulging obscenely as she struggled to obey, swallowing every drop of her son's massive load.
Finally, Cedric withdrew, his softening cock slipping from his mother's bruised, gasping lips with a wet pop. Velariana collapsed forward onto her hands, coughing and retching, strands of pearly cum dangling from her chin.
As the last drops of his seed dribbled onto Velariana's heaving breasts, Cedric staggered back, a look of horror dawning on his face. "Mother, I...I'm
so sorry," he choked out, dropping to his knees before her. "I don't know what came over me. I was too rough, too forceful. Please forgive me."
Velariana, still panting and flushed, gazed up at her son with a mixture of love and sadness. Slowly, she reached out to cup his cheek, brushing away the tears that had begun to fall. "Oh, my darling boy," she murmured. "There is nothing to forgive. What transpired between us was simply the natural expression of a young man's ardor, his primal urges."
She drew him into a tender embrace, cradling his head against her cum-splattered bosom. "You must remember, though," she continued softly, "that while I cherish the pleasure you bring me, while I crave your touch in ways a mother should never desire her son, there are lines we must not cross. My womanhood, my most sacred passage, belongs to your father alone."
Cedric nodded slowly, a single tear tracing down his cheek. "I understand, Mother. Forgive me for losing control, for pushing beyond the boundaries we had agreed upon. It won't happen again."
Velariana brushed away the tear with her thumb, offering him a warm, reassuring smile. "There is nothing to forgive, my sweet prince. We are both learning, navigating the complexities of our bond. What matters is that we move forward with love, respect, and understanding."
Rising gracefully to her feet, the queen extended a hand to help her son up. "Come now, let us set ourselves to rights. We have a kingdom to run, after all, and appearances to maintain."
As they tidied themselves, stealing furtive glances and secretive smiles, the forbidden charge between them thrummed like a living thing, tempered now by a newfound sense of restraint and purpose. They had tasted the forbidden fruit, danced along the knife's edge of taboo desire, but they knew now where the line must be drawn.
Later that evening, as Isabelle brushed out Velariana's long, lustrous hair before bed, the queen found herself unburdening her heart to her most trusted maid.
"Oh Isabelle," Velariana sighed dreamily, a secret smile playing about her lips. "You cannot imagine the depths of ecstasy my son's magic has brought me to. His power, his skill, his creativity - it's beyond anything I've ever experienced."
The maid's eyes widened, her hand stilling mid-stroke. "Truly, Your Majesty? Prince Cedric's abilities have grown so formidable?"
"Formidable indeed," Velariana purred, a wicked glint in her eye. "Why, just this afternoon, he had me suspended in midair, impaled on tendrils of pure arcane energy in every orifice. I was stretched and filled and stimulated in ways I didn't even know were possible. I came so hard I feared I might pass out from the sheer bliss of it."
Isabelle gasped, nearly dropping the jeweled hairbrush in her shock. "My word! That sounds...intense. And you're certain such acts are wise? He is your son, after all..."
Velariana waved away her concerns with an airy hand. "Oh pish posh. What harm is there in a mother helping her child develop his talents? If anything, I'm providing Cedric with a safe outlet for his burgeoning desires, allowing him to hone his skills in a controlled setting."
She turned to face Isabelle, her expression growing conspiratorial. "And let me tell you, the prince is not lacking in the manly endowment department either. His staff of power is truly a sight to behold - long, thick, and always so hard for his mother's touch. Why, he barely fit in my mouth when I took him earlier!"
The maid's face flushed scarlet at the lewd disclosure, her thighs pressing together as a forbidden tingle raced through her loins. "You...you pleasured him orally?" she asked breathlessly.
"Mmm, I did," Velariana confirmed with a smug grin. "Swallowed every creamy drop, too. It seemed only fair, after the exquisite orgasms he gives me on a regular basis. A mother must reward her son's efforts, after all."
Isabelle nodded slowly, trying to wrap her mind around the depraved intimacy the queen described so cavalierly. A part of her was shocked,
scandalized that a mother would engage in such acts with her own child. But another, darker part throbbed with illicit curiosity, wondering what it must be like to be at the mercy of Cedric's mystical sexual prowess.
"I must admit, Your Majesty," the maid said carefully, "I find myself rather envious. To be the focus of a powerful young wizard's attention."
Isabelle bit her lip, hesitating for a moment before giving voice to the scandalous question burning in her mind. "Your Majesty," she began tentatively, "have you ever been tempted to...to go further with Prince Cedric? To experience the full extent of his magical and manly prowess in the ultimate carnal act?"
Velariana's eyes widened at the maid's brazen query, a deep blush staining her cheeks. She was silent for a long moment, grappling with the forbidden desires that lurked in the darkest recesses of her heart.
"I...I would be lying if I said the thought hadn't crossed my mind," the queen finally admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "In the heat of passion, lost in the throes of the ecstasy he brings me, it would be so easy to give in, to beg him to claim me fully. To feel his throbbing staff of power sheathed deep in my aching womanhood, to be filled and stretched and taken as no man, not even my husband, has ever taken me before."
She shuddered, her thighs clenching reflexively at the forbidden mental image. "Can you imagine it, Isabelle? The sheer magical forces he could unleash upon my body as he made me his, the pleasure bordering on pain as he thrust into my very core, marking me, possessing me in the most primal way imaginable?"
The maid swallowed hard, her own loins throbbing in sympathy at the queen's graphic description. "It sounds...overwhelming," she managed, her voice husky. "Transcendent, even."
Velariana nodded, her expression torn between longing and resolve. "But I must resist such base urges," she declared firmly, almost as if trying to convince herself as much as her confidante. "I am still Alric's wife and queen, bound by sacred vows of fidelity. I may permit Cedric certain...liberties, in
the name of his magical education, but I cannot let him claim my most hallowed temple. That final line must not be crossed, no matter how my traitorous body may yearn for his touch."
She turned back to her mirror, her eyes distant and pensive. "I am only human, Isabelle, subject to the same weaknesses of the flesh as any woman. But I must be strong, for the sake of my marriage, my kingdom, and my son. Cedric deserves a mother who guides him with wisdom and restraint, not one who gives in to every depraved whim."
The maid nodded solemnly, moved by her queen's resolve even as a small, selfish part of her mourned the loss of such deliciously forbidden fantasies. "You are truly a paragon of virtue and strength, Your Majesty," she murmured. "Prince Cedric is blessed to have such a loving, devoted mother to shepherd him through these confusing times."
The next day, King Alric's voice boomed through the great hall, his face grave as he addressed the assembled court. "My loyal subjects, I have dire news. A scout has returned with word that a vast army marches upon our kingdom, their numbers far exceeding our own. They will be at our gates within two days' time."
A murmur of fear rippled through the crowd, nobles and servants alike exchanging worried glances. Queen Velariana clutched at her husband's arm, her brow furrowed with concern. "What are we to do, my love?" she asked, her voice trembling. "How can we hope to defend against such a force?"
Cedric stepped forward, his eyes alight with determination. "Father, Mother, let me use my magic to protect our kingdom. I have been honing my skills, growing stronger each day. I know I can face this threat and emerge victorious."
But before the king could respond, Princess Eleanor's mocking laughter rang out, cutting through the tension like a knife. "Magic?" she sneered, tossing her hair over her shoulder. "Oh, please. What good are your parlor tricks
against an army of seasoned warriors? You'll be crushed like a bug under their boots."
Cedric's face flushed with anger and embarrassment, his fists clenching at his sides. "You underestimate me, dear sister," he ground out through gritted teeth. "My power is far greater than you realize. I could strike you down with a single word, turn you to ash where you stand."
Eleanor's eyes widened in shock, a flicker of fear passing over her features before she quickly masked it with a haughty sneer. "You wouldn't dare," she hissed. "Father would have your head on a spike."
King Alric held up a hand, silencing the siblings' bickering. "Enough," he commanded, his voice firm. "We have no time for petty squabbles. Cedric, my son, while I have faith in your abilities, I cannot risk the fate of our entire kingdom on untested magic. We must prepare for battle in the traditional sense - fortifying our walls, sharpening our blades, and rallying our troops."
Cedric's shoulders slumped, disappointment etched on his face. "But Father, I know I can help. Please, let me prove myself. Let me stand beside our brave knights and defend our home."
Velariana placed a gentle hand on her son's arm, her eyes soft with understanding. "Cedric, my darling, your father is right. Your magic is a gift, but it is not yet tempered by experience. In time, you will have your chance to shine. For now, focus on honing your craft and supporting our forces in whatever way you can."
The young prince nodded reluctantly, swallowing his frustration. "As you wish, Mother. I will do all I can to aid in our defense."
As the castle bustled with frantic preparations for the impending siege, Queen Velariana couldn't help but notice her son's wandering eye. Cedric seemed to gravitate towards the older, more voluptuous women of the court, using his magic to make their clothing disappear in the blink of an eye, leaving them flushed and giggling as they scrambled to cover their exposed curves.
One particularly buxom noblewoman caught the prince's attention, her ample bosom straining against the confines of her bodice. With a sly grin, Cedric waved his hand, vanishing the front of her dress and freeing her massive breasts to bounce and sway in the open air. The woman gasped in shock, then let out a throaty laugh, pressing her naked tits against Cedric's chest as she leaned in to whisper something naughty in his ear.
Velariana felt a hot surge of jealousy course through her as she watched the shameless display. How dare this harlot flaunt herself so wantonly in front of her son? And how could Cedric be so easily swayed by a pair of heaving breasts, when he had her own ripe, motherly curves to worship?
Striding forward, the queen grabbed Cedric by the arm, pulling him away from the giggling noblewoman. "A word, my son," she hissed through clenched teeth, dragging him into a secluded alcove.
"What do you think you're doing?" Velariana demanded, her eyes flashing with anger and hurt. "Cavorting with those painted trollops, using your magic for such lewd displays? Have you forgotten that you're to use your powers only on me?"
Cedric had the grace to look ashamed, his gaze dropping to the floor. "Forgive me, Mother," he mumbled. "I got carried away in the moment. It's just...those women, with their ample charms...I find it hard to resist."
Velariana softened, cupping her son's face in her hands and forcing him to meet her gaze. "Oh, my sweet boy," she murmured. "I understand the allure of a full giant bosom and shapely hips. But you must remember, your power is a sacred gift, not a toy to be used for such base pursuits."
Cedric's lower lip trembled, his eyes welling with unshed tears. "Mother, I...I have a confession to make," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "With this army marching towards us, I fear our days may be numbered. And the truth is, I...I don't want to die a virgin magician."
Velariana's eyes widened in surprise, a soft gasp escaping her lips. "Oh, Cedric..."
The young prince swallowed hard, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "I know it's selfish of me, with the kingdom in peril. But I can't help but think that if I'm to perish in the coming battle, I want to have known the touch of a woman. And those noblewomen, with their ample curves...they reminded me so much of you, Mother. Your beauty, your voluptuous figure...I thought maybe, if I couldn't have you, I could at least find solace in someone built like you."
The queen's heart clenched with a mixture of sympathy and forbidden longing. She drew Cedric into a tight embrace, cradling his head against her fat, cushiony tit. "My darling boy," she murmured, stroking his hair. "I understand your fears, your desires. But you must not let them cloud your judgement or compromise your integrity."
Cedric clung to his mother, inhaling her sweet, comforting scent. "I know, Mother. Forgive me for my weakness. I just...I feel so lost, so afraid. I don't know what the future holds, and I can't bear the thought of leaving this world without having truly lived."
Velariana pulled back slightly, cupping her son's face in her hands. Her gaze was tender, yet tinged with a hint of mischief. "Then let me help you live, my sweet prince," she whispered. "Let me give you a taste of the pleasure you crave, a memory to carry with you into battle and beyond."
Before Cedric could respond, the queen captured his lips in a searing kiss, her tongue delving deep to dance with his own. The young prince moaned into his mother's mouth, his hands coming up to clutch at her waist, pulling her flush against him.
Velariana took Cedric by the hand and led him through the winding castle corridors, their footsteps echoing off the stone walls. Around them, servants and knights bustled about, shouting orders and hurrying to prepare for the impending siege. But the queen paid them no mind, her focus solely on her son and the forbidden desire burning between them.
At last, they reached the heavy oak door of Velariana's private solar. She ushered Cedric inside, then turned to bolt the door behind them, ensuring they would not be disturbed. The room was opulent yet intimate, lit by the
soft glow of flickering candles. A large, curtained bed dominated the space, its silk sheets shimmering invitingly.
Cedric stood nervously in the center of the room, his heart pounding in his chest as his mother turned to face him. Slowly, deliberately, Velariana began to disrobe, letting her gown slip from her shoulders to pool at her feet. She stood before him in all her naked glory, her voluptuous figure a feast for his hungry eyes.
"Come, my darling," she purred, holding out her hand. "Let me love you as a woman loves a man. No magic, no tricks. Just the two of us, flesh to flesh, heart to heart."
Cedric swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry. With trembling fingers, he fumbled at his own clothing, shedding his garments until he too stood bare before his mother. His cock jutted out from his groin, hard and throbbing, a pearly bead of moisture glistening at the tip.
Velariana drank in the sight of her son's youthful, virile body, her eyes darkening with lust. She stepped forward, pressing her ballooning boobs against his chest as she claimed his lips in a deep, passionate kiss. Cedric moaned into her mouth, his hands roaming greedily over her curves, cupping and kneading the ripe globes of her thick ass.
The queen guided her son towards the bed, gently pushing him down onto the silken sheets. She crawled over him, her massive udders swaying hypnotically as she straddled his hips. With a wanton moan, she reached between their bodies to grasp his aching cock, positioning it at the slick, heated entrance of her cunt.
"Are you ready, my love?" she breathed, her voice husky with desire. "Ready to become a man in your mother's arms?"
"Yes," Cedric gasped, his hips bucking upwards instinctively. "Please, Mother. Make me yours."
With a cry of ecstasy, Velariana sank down onto her son's rigid shaft, sheathing him to the hilt in her tight, clasping heat. They both shuddered at
the exquisite sensation, their bodies joining as one in the most primal of dances.
The teen prince gasped in awe as he watched his mother's massive, pillowy breasts bounce and jiggle with each roll of her wide, fertile hips. The fleshy globes heaved and rippled, pale and perfect, the rosy nipples stiff with arousal.
Cedric's gaze drifted down the queen's lush, womanly torso to where their bodies were intimately joined. He marveled at the sight of her plump, glistening pussy lips stretched taut around his throbbing shaft, sealing to his cock root on every powerful downward plunge.
"Oh Mother," Cedric groaned, his hands gripping the soft, abundant flesh of Velariana's ass as she rode him. "You feel...incredible. Like silken heaven wrapped around me."
The queen let out a wanton moan, tossing her head back in ecstasy as she undulated atop her son, taking him deeper and harder with each roll of her wide hips. "My sweet boy," she panted. "My beautiful man. To be one with you, to feel your virile strength pulsing inside me…it's the sweetest magic of all."
Cedric thrust upwards, driving himself even further into his mother's hot, clasping sheath. The obscene wet sounds of their coupling filled the chamber, punctuated by their moans and sighs of rapture. He watched, enraptured, as Velariana's ripe body writhed above him, her huge, heavy breasts bouncing lewdly, the pink tips protruding from the caps of wide areola just begging to be sucked.
Unable to resist, the prince surged upwards, latching onto one swollen nipple and suckling hard. Velariana cried out sharply, her cunt clenching like a fist around Cedric's pistoning cock. Her fingers tangled in his hair, holding him to her breast as he feasted, his tongue swirling and flicking the sensitive bud.
"Yes, oh yes!" the queen babbled, grinding herself down on her son's thick rod with increasing desperation. "Suck Mommy's titties, my sweet boy. Drink from me as you once did as a babe. I've ached to nurse you again."
Cedric growled around his mouthful of plump, succulent tit, his teeth scraping the tender flesh. He switched to the other nipple, lavishing it with the same greedy attention, his hips never ceasing their relentless upward thrusts. He could feel the tingling pressure building in his heavy, aching balls, the overwhelming need for release coiling tighter and tighter at the base of his spine.
Velariana, too, was hurtling towards her peak, her lush body trembling and tensing as she rode her son with wild abandon. "I'm close," she whimpered, her nails raking down Cedric's lean, sweat-slicked chest.
The teen's thick, sinewy cock stretched Velariana's spongy, corrugated walls exquisitely as he plunged into her again and again. The plush, sensitive tissues of her vaginal lining ignited with pleasure, sparks of ecstasy firing from every nerve ending.
Cedric's bulbous, cum-drooling knob plowed relentlessly into the rounded head of her cervix, that precious gateway to her womb, sending shockwaves of rapture reverberating through the queen's core.
"Fill me," Velariana begged, her voice a desperate keen. "Pour your hot, potent seed deep inside Mommy's fertile cunt. Breed me, my virile young stud!"
With a roar of triumph, Cedric slammed his mother down onto his pulsating cock one final time, burying himself to the hilt as his balls drew up tight. His shaft swelled and jerked within her spasming sheath, unleashing a torrent of thick, scalding cum directly against the entrance to her womb.
Velariana shrieked her euphoria to the heavens, her body convulsing wildly as a shattering climax ripped through her. Her untamed inner muscles rippled and milked her son's spurting cock, greedily drinking down every drop of his abundant, virile release.
Her massive breasts bounced and quivered, the hard peaks of her nipples rubbing deliciously against Cedric's sweat-sheened chest as she writhed in ecstasy.
They clung to each other, trembling and panting, locked in the throes of the most intense pleasure either had ever known. Cedric's softening member remained nestled deep within his mother's warm, cream-flooded depths, their perfect fit a testament to the rightness of their joining.
"My son, my love," Velariana murmured, showering Cedric's face with tender kisses. "You are a man now in truth. No matter what the future may bring, know that you have claimed your place in this world - and in my heart."
Cedric gazed up at his mother with adoring eyes, his soul brimming with love and newfound confidence. "Thank you," he whispered hoarsely. "For this gift, for your faith in me. I swear to you, I will use all that I am, all that I have learned, to defend our kingdom and our people."
They sealed their vow with a deep, languid kiss, their bodies still intimately joined. In that perfect, shining moment, the impending war seemed a distant concern. They had each other, bound by love and magic and the unbreakable ties of blood. And together, they would face whatever challenges lay ahead, as one.
The next morning, the invading army advanced ferociously, their numbers swelling into the thousands as they marched relentlessly towards the castle walls. King Alric's warriors fought bravely, their swords and shields clashing against the enemy's in a desperate bid to hold the line. But for every foe they felled, two more seemed to take their place, an endless tide of death and destruction.
Cedric watched in horror as many of his father's best knights began to fall, their blood staining the ground crimson. The enemy's superior numbers were overwhelming, and it soon became clear that retreat might be their only option to avoid total annihilation.
But the young prince refused to give up hope. With a determined set to his jaw, he raced through the chaos of the battlefield towards Aldwyn's tower, his mind racing with a last-ditch plan.
He burst into the wizard's sanctum, startling the old mage from his frantic preparations. "Aldwyn!" Cedric cried, his voice edged with desperation. "I have an idea. What if we combined our powers, yours and mine? Together, we might have the strength to repel the invaders, but without causing any more needless death on either side."
Aldwyn's bushy eyebrows shot up, a spark of intrigue lighting his ancient eyes. "Go on, my boy," he urged. "What did you have in mind?"
Cedric took a deep breath, his words tumbling out in a rush. "Your mastery of the arcane arts, coupled with my raw, untamed potential...if we could find a way to weave our magics together, to create a single, unified force...perhaps we could cast a spell that would render the enemy's weapons useless, or erect an impenetrable barrier around the castle. Something to end this battle without further bloodshed."
The old wizard stroked his beard thoughtfully, his gaze distant as he considered the prince's proposal. "It would be a feat of magic unlike any attempted before," he mused. "The sheer power required, the delicate balance needed to fuse our disparate energies...the risks would be great."
"But so would the reward," Cedric pressed, a fervent light in his eyes. "Aldwyn, please. We have to try. For the sake of our kingdom, our people...for the future."
For a long, tense moment, the two stared at each other, the weight of possibility hanging heavy in the air between them. Then, slowly, a grin spread across Aldwyn's weathered face. "Very well, my young friend," he said, clapping Cedric on the shoulder. "Let us see what miracles we might conjure, you and I."
A short time later, Eleanor let out a derisive snort as she watched her brother and the old wizard frantically waving their arms and chanting in some arcane tongue. "Pathetic," she sneered, tossing her hair over her
shoulder. "While our brave knights lay down their lives on the battlefield, you two play at magic tricks. What good are your spells against cold steel and brute force?"
Cedric ignored his sister's taunts, his focus entirely on the complex web of magic he and Aldwyn were weaving. He could feel the power building between them, a crackling, sizzling energy that made the very air hum with potential. Sweat beaded on his brow as he poured every ounce of his strength and will into the spell, his voice rising in a crescendo alongside Aldwyn's.
The earth began to tremble beneath their feet, distant at first, then growing in intensity. Eleanor stumbled, her mocking laughter turning to a cry of alarm. "What have you done?" she shrieked, her eyes wide with sudden fear.
A deafening roar filled the air, drowning out the sounds of clashing swords and screaming men. On the horizon, a massive wall of water rose up from the sea, towering over the landscape like a mountain of liquid fury. It surged towards the shore, picking up speed as it came, until it seemed that the entire ocean was bearing down upon them.
Knights and invaders alike turned to gape in horror at the approaching cataclysm, their petty squabbles forgotten in the face of nature's wrath. Some threw down their weapons and fled, scattering like ants before a flood. Others simply fell to their knees in awe and terror, prayers tumbling from their lips.
Closer and closer the wave came, blotting out the sun, casting the world into shadow. It loomed over the castle, over the armies, a death sentence writ in saltwater and foam. Eleanor screamed, cowering behind her mother as the royal family huddled together in the courtyard, bracing for the impact that would surely sweep them all away.
But just as the wave was about to crash down upon them, a blinding flash of light erupted from Cedric and Aldwyn's outstretched hands.
The towering wall of water hung suspended in the air, defying gravity, its surface churning and frothing with barely restrained power. The leader of
the opposing army, a grizzled warrior with a scar running down his weathered face, stepped forward cautiously. He gazed up at Cedric and Aldwyn, a mixture of awe and trepidation in his eyes.
"What sorcery is this?" he called out, his voice gruff yet tinged with a hint of fear. "Do you mean to drown us all, wizard?"
Cedric, his youthful face set with a wisdom beyond his years, shook his head slowly. When he spoke, his voice rang out clear and strong, imbued with an authority that belied his tender age.
"This wave means you no harm," he declared, his hand still outstretched, holding the vast wall of water at bay. "But if you do not turn back now, if you do not return to your own lands and leave our kingdom in peace, then you will bring destruction upon yourselves and all you hold dear."
He gestured towards the distant horizon, where the faint outline of the enemy's own coastal cities could just be glimpsed. "For this wave will not stop at our shores. It will surge onwards, growing in strength and fury, until it crashes down upon your own homes, your own families. Is that what you want? To see your children swept away, your wives drowned in the unforgiving depths?"
The enemy leader paled, his eyes widening as the true scope of Cedric's power dawned on him. He looked to his men, saw the fear and doubt written plainly on their faces. In that moment, he knew that no prize, no glory, was worth the risk of such total annihilation.
Slowly, grudgingly, he lowered his sword, the blade clanging dully against the blood-soaked earth. "We will go," he ground out, his voice tight with barely suppressed rage and humiliation.
With a final, resentful glare, the enemy leader turned and stalked away, barking orders to his men. Slowly, reluctantly, the invading army began to withdraw, their ranks thinning as they melted back into the mists from whence they'd come.
As the last of the enemy vanished from sight, Cedric and Aldwyn released their hold on the wave, letting it dissipate into a fine, salty mist that settled gently over the battlefield.
The entire royal court stared at Cedric in stunned silence for a long moment, scarcely able to believe what they had just witnessed. Then, like a dam bursting, a deafening cheer erupted from the assembled crowd. Knights and nobles alike raised their voices in jubilant cries, praising the young prince's name to the heavens.
"Cedric! Cedric! Hail Prince Cedric, savior of the realm!" they chanted, their faces alight with awe and adoration.
Queen Velariana, her eyes shining with tears of pride and relief, rushed forward to embrace her son. She enfolded him in her arms, crushing his face within the canyon of her cleavage as she peppered his hair with kisses. "My boy, my brave, brilliant boy," she murmured, her voice choked with emotion. "You've saved us all."
Cedric, his cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and elation, returned his mother's embrace, savoring the comforting softness of her breasts as he nuzzled into her cleavage. In that moment, surrounded by the warmth of her love and the cheers of his people, he felt truly invincible.
Even Eleanor, usually so quick to mock and belittle her younger brother, could not hide her amazement. She approached him slowly, her face a mask of grudging respect. "You did it," she muttered, shaking her head in disbelief. "You actually did it. I never thought I'd say this, but...you were great out there, little brother."
Cedric grinned, basking in his sister's rare praise. "Thank you, Eleanor," he said simply, knowing how much the admission must have cost her.
King Alric, his battle-worn face split by a broad, beaming smile, clapped his son on the back, nearly knocking the wind out of him. "That's my boy!" he crowed, his chest swelling with fatherly pride. "A true hero, a credit to the kingdom! I always knew you had it in you, son."
As the royal family stood together, united in their joy and triumph, the people of the kingdom continued to cheer, their voices rising in a crescendo of celebration. Aldwyn, watching from the sidelines, nodded in satisfaction, a knowing twinkle in his ancient eyes.
For he had always seen the potential in young Cedric, had always known that the boy's unique gifts would one day shape the very fate of the realm. And now, as he watched the prince bask in the adulation of his subjects, the old wizard knew that his faith had been well placed.
The next morning dawned bright and clear, the horrors of the previous day's battle feeling like little more than a fading nightmare. The kingdom was safe, the enemy vanquished, and all thanks to Prince Cedric's incredible magical feat.
King Alric strode into the great hall, expecting to find his wife and son already breaking their fast. But to his surprise, the long table was empty save for Princess Eleanor, who sat picking listlessly at a bowl of fruit.
"Where are your mother and brother?" Alric asked, frowning as he took his seat at the head of the table. "It's not like them to miss breakfast, especially after such a momentous victory."
Eleanor shrugged, popping a grape into her mouth. "Last I heard, they were planning to go 'cloud flying' today, whatever that means. Probably some new magical trick Cedric's cooked up to show off."
Alric's brow furrowed in confusion. "Cloud flying? I've never heard of such a thing. Are you certain that's what they said?"
The princess rolled her eyes. "Who knows with those two? Ever since Cedric discovered his powers, he and Mother have been thick as thieves, always whispering and giggling together like naughty schoolchildren. It's quite nauseating, really."
High above the castle, Prince Cedric and Queen Velariana were "cloud flying," floating in a tangle of nude limbs and glistening flesh, their bodies
entwined in the throes of passionate lovemaking. They bobbed and swayed on the gentle air currents, heedless of their surroundings, lost in the ecstasy of their forbidden union.
Velariana's giant tits bounced and jiggled with each snap of her son's hips, her rosy nipples stiff and glistening with his saliva. Her head lolled back in rapture, her lush mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure as Cedric pounded into her again and again.
The prince's lean buttocks flexed and dimpled as he drove himself deep into his mother's accepting body, his face a mask of concentration and bliss. Sweat gleamed on their naked skin, a carnal dew that sparkled in the morning light.
Gossamer tendrils of magic, glowing softly with arcane power, coiled around the writhing lovers, cradling them in an ethereal embrace. It was these sorcerous filaments that held them aloft, allowing them to drift untethered through the sky as they lost themselves in the throes of passion.
The Queen caged her lean Prince in the strong grip of her legs, his powerful cock-thrusts making her buttocks ripple and their bodies roll through the clouds like a drifting bubble of clinging, writhing flesh.
Velariana wrapped her thighs tighter around her boy's pumping hips, anchoring him deep within her as they soared and spun, gravity losing all meaning in the throes of their passion.
"Oh yes, my darling boy," she gasped, her voice thin in the rushing wind. "Claim me, fill me! Make me yours in body and soul!"
Cedric could only groan in response, his face buried between his mother's heaving breasts as he rutted into her like a man possessed. Each mighty surge of his hips sent them tumbling through the air, their nude forms a tangle of straining limbs and undulating curves, all modesty abandoned in their lust.
The prince's heavy balls slapped lewdly against Velariana's upturned buttocks as he pistoned in and out of her tight, clasping heat, the obsence
sound nearly lost in the rushing of the wind. Her huge, heavy breasts bounced and swayed with each impact.
Cedric paused in his relentless thrusting, his cock buried to the hilt in his mother's spasming cunny. Through the haze of his lust, an idea took form, a wicked urge to push their depravity to new heights. With a whispered incantation, he summoned his magic, focusing his will on creating a perfect duplicate of himself.
In a shimmering haze, a second Cedric appeared, just as nude and aroused as the first. The doppelganger pressed himself against Velariana's back, his hard cock sliding between the plump cheeks of her ass as he reached around to maul her heaving tits.
The queen let out a shocked gasp that quickly became a wanton moan as she found herself sandwiched between two identical versions of her virile son. "Cedric!" she keened, her head lolling back against the clone's shoulder. "Oh gods, what are you doing to me?"
"Giving you everything," the original Cedric growled, punctuating his words with a sharp thrust that made his mother wail. "Every inch, every drop, every ounce of pleasure you can handle."
As if to prove his point, the duplicate began to work the bulbous head of his cock against Velariana's puckered rosebud, teasing the tight ring of muscle with every roll of his hips. The queen whimpered and squirmed between them, impaled on one throbbing shaft while another sought entrance to her most forbidden hole.
With a guttural groan, the clone breached her anal ring, sinking inch by inch into the scorching grip of her rectum. Velariana threw her head back and screamed, her cries of ecstasy swallowed by the rushing wind as she was stretched and stuffed to her limits.
The two Cedrics began to move in tandem, their cocks sawing in and out of the queen's stuffed holes in a lewd counterpoint. Velariana could only hang between them, suspended in the sky and skewered on the double poles of their lust, reduced to a babbling, writhing mess of sensation.
They soared and spun, bobbing on the air currents, the magic binding them together as surely as their carnal connection. The original Cedric pistoned into his mother's clenching cunt with long, driving strokes, while his doppelganger reamed her clutching asshole with short, sharp jabs. Their heavy balls slapped against her jiggling ass-flesh, a lewd drumbeat to accompany her wails of rapture.
"Fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!" the queen chanted deliriously, her the meat of her squashed tits jiggling wildly as she was pummeled between her son and his magical clone. Drool trickled from the corners of her slack mouth, her eyes glazed and rolling back in her head as she drowned in pleasure.
The queen was lost to the world, a slave to the overwhelming pleasure assaulting her senses. Just when she thought she could take no more, Cedric's voice rang out once again, the arcane words falling from his lips in a sensual growl.
Suddenly, the thrusting of the two cocks inside her accelerated to an inhuman pace. Cedric and his clone became blurs of motion, their hips snapping back and forth with supernatural speed and force. Velariana felt like she was being split in two, skewered on a pair of relentless, jackhammering pistons.
Her massive tits bounced so violently they became fleshy blurs, the skin reddening under the brutal impacts. The wet, obscene sounds of her holes being pummeled filled the air, punctuated by her escalating screams of ecstasy. Her pussy spasmed and gushed, coating Cedric's pistoning cock in a froth of her cream as he fucked her into oblivion.
"FUCK, FUCK, FUUUUUUUUCK!" Velariana wailed, her voice cracking, her words devolving into mindless babble as she was hammered into incoherence. Her eyes rolled back, showing only the whites, as she surrendered completely to the onslaught of carnal bliss.
The original Cedric snarled in triumph, his face contorting with savage lust as he felt his mother's cunt squeeze him like a velvet vise, rippling and milking his shaft as she hurtled towards a bone-shattering climax. His doppelganger grunted and growled, sheathing himself to the hilt in her
convulsing asshole again and again, stretching her beyond what should be possible.
The twin Cedrics grinned wickedly at each other over their mother's shoulder, their eyes glazed with unbridled lust and their tongues lolling obscenely. They ground the voluptuous queen between their sweat-slicked bodies, trapping her in a tight knot of straining flesh as they worked her holes in perfect unison.
Velariana was beyond words, beyond thought, a creature of pure sensation lost in a haze of taboo ecstasy. She could feel every thick inch of her son's cocks as they plundered her deepest reaches, stretching her impossibly as they rubbed together through the thin barrier separating her ass from her cunt.
They rutted into her like a pair of demons, tireless and insatiable, determined to wring every last drop of pleasure from her quivering flesh. Velariana could only take it, her body no longer her own, a vessel for their lusts and depravities.
Higher and higher they spiraled, ascending towards the sun on currents of magic and sin, the ultimate high of forbidden pleasure. The queen clung to her sons, impaled and insensate, her mouth open in a silent, continuous scream as they fucked her beyond the limits of human endurance and straight into the realm of the divine.
Velariana felt her climax building like a tidal wave, cresting higher and higher with each jackhammering thrust. Her massive breasts heaved and bounced, slick with sweat, the cherry-red tips straining towards the heavens. Her vision wavered, sparks dancing behind her eyes, as every nerve ending in her body tensed and quivered on the knife-edge of release.
"CUM IN ME!" she shrieked, a banshee howl ripped from the very depths of her being.
The two pulsating shafts, separated only by the thin, fleshy wall between Velariana's vaginal and anal tunnels, rubbed and undulated against each other through the sensitive membrane, setting off unimaginable sparks of
pleasure within the queen's overstuffed orifices. The combined sensations proved too much for her beleaguered body to withstand.
With a piercing, guttural shriek that rent the very heavens, Velariana came, her overheated cunt bearing down on Cedric's thrusting cock like a silken fist. A geyser of frothy ejaculate exploded from her spasming slit, drenching the prince's pistoning hips and churning balls in her essence. The force of her release was so great, so charged with primal magic, that it sent ripples of arcane energy pulsing through the air around them.
The twin Cedrics roared in savage triumph as their mother's climaxing holes milked them with merciless intensity. They slammed into her with abandon, their strokes becoming erratic and desperate as they hurtled towards their own explosive finales.
With a final, synchronized thrust, both versions of the prince buried themselves to the hilt in Velariana's clenching depths and let loose. Scalding jets of seed erupted from their jerking cocks, painting the queen's rippling inner walls with ropey strands of teen cum.
The original Cedric's pulsing sack disgorged its heavy load deep into his mother's hungry womb, while his doppelganger's twitching cock flooded her spasming bowels with virile cream.
The trio shuddered and convulsed as one, their bodies locked in the throes of a pleasure so intense it bordered on agony. Frothy spunk oozed from Velariana's stretched and ravaged holes, splattering obscenely into the open air as gravity took hold. Their ecstatic cries mingled and echoed across the sky, a symphony of unbridled lust and depravity that seemed to shake the very firmament.
They hung suspended for a long moment, trembling and twitching in the aftermath of their mind-shattering releases. Then, slowly, they began to descend, drifting downwards like a feather on the wind, still joined in their obscene embrace.
As their feet touched the ground, the doppelganger wavered and vanished, leaving Cedric and Velariana to cling to each other, their chests heaving and
bodies slick with sweat and spent passion. They stared into each other's eyes, seeing their own lust and awe reflected back at them, marveling at the heights of ecstasy they had just scaled together.
"That was..." Velariana panted, struggling to find words to encapsulate the sheer magnitude of what they had just experienced.
"Magic," Cedric breathed, his voice still rough with the aftermath of their coupling. "Pure, incredible magic."
In the weeks and months that followed, Cedric and Velariana found countless magical ways to indulge their forbidden passion, right under King Alric's unsuspecting nose. Whenever they could steal a moment alone, they would come together in a tangle of groping limbs and hungry mouths, their desire for each other only growing with each illicit tryst.
One afternoon, as Alric and his advisors were deep in a council meeting, Cedric snuck into the throne room and hid himself behind the heavy velvet curtains. With a whispered incantation, he transformed his body into a shimmering mist, invisible to all but his mother's knowing eye.
As Velariana sat beside her husband, looking every inch the regal queen, Cedric's spectral form drifted towards her. He swirled around her voluptuous figure, caressing her curves with ghostly fingers, making her shiver with suppressed arousal.
Slowly, teasingly, he seeped into her gown, permeating the rich fabric until he was pressed directly against her heated skin. Velariana had to bite back a moan as she felt her son's essence envelop her breasts, kneading the plump mounds and teasing her nipples to aching stiffness.
Unseen tendrils of arcane energy slithered up her thighs, parting her plush folds to stroke along her slick, sensitive slit. Cedric's spectral fingers delved into her honeyed depths, pumping in and out, making her clench around the invisible intrusion. All the while, Velariana had to maintain a mask of regal composure, even as her cunny dripped with arousal and her womb clenched with the need to be filled by her son's cock.
It became a delicious game, seeing how far they could push their magical trysts without getting caught. Cedric would use his powers to pleasure his mother in increasingly public and risky situations, getting bolder and more inventive each time.
He would transform himself into her clothing, wrapping her in living, sensual silk that caressed and fondled her at his command. He would become the saddle of her horse as she rode out for her daily exercise, the leather molding to her intimate curves and pulsing against her needy slit until she was biting her lip to keep from crying out.
At formal dinners, he would levitate morsels of food to brush against her lips, each bite an erotic tease. He would transform her utensils into wriggling, phallic shapes that she had to suck and lick, all while maintaining polite conversation with oblivious nobles. While she did, he could feel every suckle of her mouth, every stroke of her tongue on his own horny cock.
Sometimes, at night, he would appear in her chambers, his young body hard and straining with need. They would come together in a frenzy of groping hands and hungry mouths, lost to everything but the feel of skin on skin and the urgent need to rut.
One fateful night, emboldened by lust and secure in his magical prowess, Cedric crept into his parents' bedchamber, his heart pounding with anticipation. With a wave of his hand and a whispered incantation, he cast a deep slumbering enchantment over his father, ensuring that nothing short of the castle walls crumbling would rouse the king from his unnatural sleep.
Velariana, draped in a sheer silk nightgown that did little to conceal her abundant curves, watched with heavy-lidded eyes as her son approached the bed. Her breasts heaved with each shallow breath, the dark points of her nipples straining against the gauzy fabric.
"Cedric," she whispered, her voice husky with need. "We shouldn't...not here...not with your father mere inches away..."
But even as she voiced the weak protest, the queen was already shifting her position, rising up on her hands and knees and presenting her heart-shaped ass to her son's hungry gaze. The nightgown rode up over the succulent globes of her buttocks, exposing the dripping pink folds of her eager cunt.
Cedric licked his lips, drinking in the sight of his mother's perfect posterior. With a thought, his own clothing melted away, leaving him bare and throbbing with arousal. He knee-walked onto the bed, positioning himself behind Velariana's upturned rump.
"Don't worry, Mother," he purred, running his hands over the plush cheeks of her ass, squeezing and kneading the abundant flesh. "Father is deep under my spell. Nothing will wake him, no matter how loudly you scream my name."
With that, he gripped her wide hips and surged forward, spearing her slick channel with his sinewy cock in one powerful thrust. Velariana had to bury her face in the pillows to muffle her ecstatic cry as her son filled her to the brim, his heavy balls slapping against her engorged clit.
Cedric set a hard, driving rhythm, his lean hips smacking against his mother's jiggling ass with each forceful pump. The fleshy globes rippled and bounced hypnotically, the pale skin flushing rosy from the impact. Velariana rocked back to meet his thrusts, reveling in the delicious stretch and drag of his thick cock along her fluttering walls.
"Yes, oh gods, yes!" the queen chanted breathlessly, fisting her hands in the sheets as she was pounded from behind. "Fuck me, my darling boy! Fuck your mother's needy cunt!"
Cedric grunted and snarled, lost to the primal pleasure of rutting. He leaned forward to brace one hand between Velariana's heaving shoulder blades, pressing her upper body down into the mattress while keeping her ass high.
Proudly, he gazed down at his glistening, pistoning shaft, marveling at how it stretched his mother's pink folds to their limit. With a wicked grin, he began to chant, ancient words of power falling from his lips. His cock
started to pulse and swell, growing impossibly larger, the flesh distending and shifting.
"By the Gods!" the mother shrieked, her dangling titties shuddering as her eyes went cross.
In moments, the prince's manhood had transformed into a monstrous purple dragon's cock, over a foot long and thick as Velariana's forearm. The muscled shaft was lined with bulging veins and pulsing ridges, fleshy nubs protruding along its length to rub against the queen's sensitive walls. The massive head flared into a lewd, spiked crown, the tip sharp and curved like a cruel barb.
Velariana let out a choked scream as she was suddenly impaled on the inhuman phallus, the enhanced cock splitting her open, rearranging her guts to make room for its girth. The bumps and ridges scraped against her tender tissues, igniting sparks of pleasure-pain that made her toes curl and eyes roll back.
Cedric snarled in bestial triumph, overcome by the new sensations engulfing his transformed sex organ. The dragon cock felt a thousand times more sensitive, every nerve ending ablaze, drowning him in ecstasy. He could feel his mother's molten sheath spasming around him, stretched drum-tight, fluttering muscles massaging his pulsating length.
With a roar, he began to pound into her with renewed vigor, sawing the mutated member in and out of her straining cunt with jackhammering force.
The ugly barbed tip battered against Velariana's cervix with each brutal thrust, the fleshy ring clenching and shuddering as it was battered into submission.
The queen could only gurgle and babble incoherently, too overwhelmed by the unholy pleasure to form words. Drool leaked from the corners of her gaping mouth, her eyes nearly crossed from the intensity of the fucking. Her giant breasts swung and jounced violently beneath her, the heavy globes slapping together lewdly.
Cedric reached around to maul the quaking tits, pinching and twisting the engorged nipples savagely, making his mother squeal. His dragon cock pistoned ever faster, a blur of veiny, nubbed flesh, the wet slap of groin against ass echoing obscenely through the room.
The bed creaked alarmingly beneath their violent coupling, the headboard slamming against the wall. Velariana's cries grew higher and sharper as she was pummeled towards a bone-rattling climax, her son's name a desperate chant on her lips.
The hideous dragon cock was a nightmare given flesh, a vision of primal horror and lust. Its unnatural skin was a mottled purple, pulsing with an inner heat that seemed to scald the queen's tender insides. Bulbous veins and twisted ridges lined the shaft, their obscene texture scraping against Velariana's fluttering walls, igniting nerve endings she never knew existed.
The transformed member flexed and undulated within her like a living thing, the pulsating nubs massaging her g-spot with merciless precision. Scalding pre-cum bubbled from the tip, foreshadowing the molten load churning in Cedric's swollen balls.
The spiked crown caught on her delicate cervical ring with each withdrawal, tugging the tender orifice inside-out before ramming back through, spearing into her defenseless womb.
Velariana's ravaged cunt squelched obscenely around the plundering cock, her copious secretions overflowing to stream down her trembling thighs. The drool puddling on the sheets beneath her slack mouth was nothing compared to the flood between her legs, clear evidence of her body's shameful arousal at being so brutally defiled.
The coil of orgasm tightened in her core, her womb clenching in preparation to milk her son's mutated cock of its searing seed. Cedric could feel her impending climax in the desperate flutter of her muscles, the way her ass bucked back against him in wanton need.
"Cum for me, Mother," he growled, his voice guttural and strained with the effort of holding back his own building eruption. "Cum all over your son's dragon cock!"
He accentuated his words with a vicious thrust, slamming the full length of his monstrous member into her convulsing depths. The barbed tip punched through her cervix like a battering ram, sinking into the wet heat of her innermost sanctum.
Velariana came with a ragged scream, her back bowing as ecstasy ripped through her like lightning. Her cunt bore down on Cedric's cock like a vise, rippling and milking the pulsating shaft. A gush of squirt exploded around the root, splashing the prince's churning balls and dripping down to soak the sheets beneath their rutting forms.
The force of his mother's climax pushed Cedric over the edge. With a bellow of completion, he buried himself to the hilt and let go, his enlarged testicles drawing up tight. Boiling seed erupted from his jerking cock in a searing torrent, flooding Velariana's womb with viscous heat.
The mutated cock pulsed and throbbed as it disgorged its unnatural load, the bulging veins flaring with each spurt.
Velariana shrieked as she felt the molten flood of Cedric's seed erupt inside her, painting her womb with ropey strands of sorcerous cum. The thick, potent cream poured into her like magma, searing her tender insides and making her belly swell with its sheer volume.
She could almost feel her son's billions of sperm swarming through her passages, their flagellated tails lashing as they raced towards her waiting egg. With the arcane power saturating Cedric's enhanced release, his seed was supernaturally virile, virtually guaranteeing conception.
The queen's ovaries twinged, a single ripe ovum quivering in anticipation of being claimed and fertilized by princely spunk. Her inner muscles rippled and milked, working in overdrive to draw every last drop of Cedric's unnaturally abundant ejaculate deeper into her defenseless body.
Through the fog of her climax, Velariana felt a sudden spike of fear slice through her blissed-out mind. What if this mating took? What if she quickened with her son's magical bastard, her belly rounding with forbidden fruit for all to see?
But then Cedric's still-pulsing cock flexed inside her and a fresh wave of ecstasy crashed over the queen, drowning out all reason. Her eyes rolled back as she surrendered to the searing pleasure, uncaring of consequence, craving only to be pumped full of her child's incestuous seed.
The dragon phallus gave a final, mighty throb, disgorging the last spurts of burning jizz before slowly softening and shrinking back to its original human size and shape. Cedric collapsed atop his mother's sweat-slicked back, his lean chest heaving as he fought to catch his breath.
They lay there panting in the aftermath, their bodies still intimately joined, Velariana's swollen cunt plugged with her son's semi-hard cock. Cedric's abnormally copious spunk seeped out around his root, the pearly overflow dribbling down the queen's thighs to puddle on the once-pristine sheets.
Beside them, King Alric snored on obliviously, his slumber supernaturally deep thanks to Cedric's spell. The sorcerous prince grinned wickedly to himself, relishing the forbidden thrill of fucking his queen mother in her marriage bed.
Velariana shivered as Cedric's softening member slipped free of her tender folds with a obscene squelch, a river of his seed pouring out in its wake. She clenched desperately, trying to keep his potent emission plugged inside her, suddenly desperate to be bred.
"Oh Cedric," she moaned, glancing over her shoulder at her smirking son through the tangled curtain of her hair. "
What have you done to me? I've never felt such...such utter bliss, such complete surrender."
Cedric chuckled darkly, running a possessive hand over the swell of his mother's ass. "I've shown you the true heights of pleasure, Mother. Opened you up to magics and sensations beyond your wildest imaginings."
He leaned down to nip at her ear, his voice a sinful purr. "And this is only the beginning. Just think of all the deliciously depraved acts we have yet to explore. The boundaries of flesh and magic we've yet to push."
Velariana shuddered, her cunny clenching around the slick, musky proof of their coupling. She knew she should feel shame, revulsion at how far she'd fallen, how thoroughly she'd been debased. The queen of the realm, reduced to a mewling sextoy for her own young son.
But as Cedric's fingers dipped between her thighs to scoop up a sample of their mingled juices, as he brought the dripping digits to her lips and she eagerly sucked them clean, all Velariana could feel was a dark thrill of anticipation. Her womb throbbed, hungry to be filled again and again by her child's mystically potent seed.
In that moment, she knew she was lost, addicted to the forbidden pleasures only her sorcerous son could provide. Damn the consequences, damn propriety and morality. She was Cedric's now, body and soul, to use as he saw fit. His personal fucktoy, his breeding bitch. The mother of a new generation of magic.
THE END